College Vs. Session Wrestler, Part Four
By brooksie       brooksie@pacificcoast.net
A pair of college wrestlers are invited to an underground fetish club on "fight night".


Amy helped Sam to his feet and gave him a playful swat on the behind. She did
another back flip, vaulted over the ropes and jogged down the aisle leading to
the dressing rooms. Some of the girls began excitedly discussing the match as
Shanice escorted a tall, willowy redhead to the ring, who she introduced as
Melissa.

"Melissa's going to be your guest emcee for a while here, so give her a nice
round of applause." Shanice stopped by the table briefly to ask how we'd
enjoyed Amy's match. Karen and I both gave enthusiastic reviews. Shanice
smiled knowingly and excused herself, saying she'd be back soon.

Melissa turned out to be a comic and told some pretty funny jokes, as she kept
the crowd entertained. After a few minutes she wrapped up, saying she'd be
back in a bit to start the next fight, which she promised would feature
another club favourite. Taylor introduced us to some of the other girls at the
table and everyone began talking about the incredible display of dominance
we'd just witnessed courtesy of the muscular little spitfire, Amy. Karen
quickly became the subject of some interest among the women and was engaged in
conversation with a few of them while I turned to Morgan and pumped her for
information on Amy. It turned out no one knew her until Shanice had brought
her to the club one night. Apparently she'd had been working as a stable hand
at the facility where Shanice rode horses. That Shanice was an equestrian was
intriguing in and of itself, but I kept the conversation focused on Amy.
Morgan said she loved horses and had wanted to become a jockey until she'd
grew too large. Her background was in gymnastics, judo and track. She wasn't
much for team sports and, though she'd taken to weight training with great
zeal, had no interest in competing as a bodybuilder. Her wrestling talent was
largely natural, although Morgan said Shanice had arranged for some
instruction at a local grappling club.

"What was with the photo shoot thing at the end of the match?" I asked.

"Oh that. Promotion, mainly. Amy's getting quite popular as a session
wrestler. She's pulling in more than a thousand dollars a week, according to
Shanice. But hey, why not? She's the best wrestler I've ever seen, male or
female. That girl can kick serious ass."

No doubt about that, I thought. I sat in silence for a moment. Suddenly it
occurred to me I might actually get a chance to talk to Amy in person.

"Will she be coming out to join us later?"

"No way. Amy leaves the club as soon as her match is over. She's not even
allowed in the main room unless she's wrestling."

For a moment, I didn't comprehend. Then I recalled the girl's youthful
appearance.

"You mean, she's under age?"

Morgan gave me a look that said "well, duh" as plainly as if she'd spoken the
actual words.

"How old is she?"

"Nineteen. We just threw her a birthday party a few weeks ago."

I didn't know what else to say. I sat quietly for a moment sipping my drink.
Morgan excused herself to go to the ladies room and I amused myself my taking
stock of what was going on around the room. Meanwhile, Karen was laughing and
joking with the rest of our table mates. I saw her polish off the remainder of
another drink and thought to myself, she's going to be plastered. I'd never
seen Karen really tanked and was actually kind of curious about it. However,
the night was still young and I preferred her conscious, so when I went to use
the can I caught up with our waitress at the bar and asked her to make Karen's
drinks "virgin".

I returned to the table just as Melissa re-entered the ring to start the next
bout. It was another mixed fight, this time a kickboxing contest. She
introduced the first competitor, a young looking, perhaps mid-20ish Asian
named who's name I didn't catch, partly because distracted by Morgan leaning
into my ear to tell me how I was REALLY going to enjoy this match. The other
reason I couldn't hear so well was the loud chorus of "boo" that went up when
he was announced as being from a club in Oakland. The rivalry between the two
Bay area cities was obviously alive and well at the Shaggy Horse. As the crowd
quieted, Melissa introduced the young man's opponent.

"You all know her, you love her and you love watching her fight...the fastest
hands and feet in the west, our very own SHANICE!!"

I should have known, from Morgan's cryptic comment. Again, Karen and I
exchanged looks of amazement. A whole afternoon with Shanice and not a hint of
this. Then again, she was in great shape and obviously had a keen interest in
combat sports. We could have guessed she was more than just a promoter.
Shanice entered the ring to racous applause. For the first time since we'd met
her, she wasn't wearing red, except for the small boxing gloves she had on.
Her outfit was nothing flashy, just a simple, black two piece workout suit.
She was barefoot. Her opponent wore black as well, trunks and a pair of light,
heel-less shoes of some kind.

"Does Shanice usually fight here?" I asked Morgan.

"Not that much. Whenever she can find an opponent. Mostly she just emcees.
Plus she's always got people she's invited down here so she's got tons of
stuff to do, lots of people to talk to. Most of the girls who wrestle here
just came to watch at first. Shanice meets a lot of people. She's real
friendly."

There was something peculiar about the way Morgan said the word "friendly",
like it was supposed to imply something. I remember wondering what she meant
by it, but the match was about to start and I was starting to feel the effects
of the alcohol so it didn't stick with me. Instead, my mind returned to
Shanice.

"Is she good? I hope she knows what she's doing," I said. "I'd hate to see her
get hurt."

Morgan guffawed so hard, she nearly snorted up her drink.

"I (choke) wouldn't worry (cough) too much about that," she managed.

Shanice and her opponent stood at the centre of the ring with Melissa, who
announced the match would consist of five two minute rounds, with a 60 second
break in between. I saw Shanice look over at the table and lock eyes with
someone. It was Karen! She tapped her heart twice with her gloved right fist
and pointed it directly at her.

"That means she's dedicating this fight to your girlfriend," Morgan informed
me, responding to my puzzled look.

The woman who had served as referee during Amy's match was now back. As
Melissa stepped out of the ring and went to stand beside the time clock guy,
the stripe-shirted woman came forward, motioned for the fighters to touch
gloves, then stepped back and blew her whistle to start the match.

I was a bit of a boxing fan, but knew nothing of kickboxing, other than the
little bit I'd seen on TV. The bout began similarly enough though, with both
fighters moving cautiously around the ring, taking each other's measure. The
Asian guy was definitely doing more boxing-style footwork as well as bobbing
and weaving and so on. Shanice, by contrast, seemed more like she was gliding.
Her movements were so smooth and fluid, it was like dance...beautiful to
watch. Her opponent tried the first punches of the match, which she avoided
easily. Shanice was a few inches taller than this guy, so she had a
substantial reach advantage. He tried to get closer, but still couldn't land
anything significant. A couple of his blows glanced off her gloves, but that's
all.

Shanice kept her hands up to ward off the blows, but threw very few punches of
her own, just some light jabs to keep him from getting too close. For the
moment, she seemed content to let him come to her. Or, try to come to her,
that is. She had a superb knack of timing her movements, that allowed her to
slip away from him at the very last moment, after he'd already committed
himself. I marvelled at how relaxed she seemed as she kept him off balance and
frustrated. So far, there hadn't been a lot of action and some of the crowd
started making cat calls, trying to goad the fighters to attack one another.
But Shanice remained unflappable and stuck with her strategy. As the round
went into the final 30 seconds, she started to take advantage of her
opponent's momentary losses of stability. As her opponent fired off a punch,
Shanice moved out the way and responded with a quick kick to his upper leg,
just above the knee. She did this several more time before the round ended.
She was unbelievably fast with her feet. No sooner would her leg have lashed
out then she was right back on two feet, balanced and moving in that graceful,
sliding way of hers. Shanice was impressive enough to watch just standing
still holding a microphone, so this was truly awesome!

As the 60 seconds between rounds ticked away, I had a sudden flash of reality.
Yes, Shanice had utterly charmed us today. In addition she was proving to be a
most generous and accommodating host tonight but the truth of it was, I was
developing a major case of the hots for her. As the second round was about to
begin, I gave myself a bit of a talking to. After all, I didn't blow what had
the potential to be a great evening. Unfortunately, I wasn't all that
convincing. Damn it! All I wanted to do was enjoy myself and hopefully have
some wild sex with my girlfriend later on that night. A bunch of crazy
thoughts started flowing through my head, while my rational self sat back
picking them off one by one like it was skeet shooting. I recall thinking,
just before the action got underway again, something like "oh right, you're
going to go from fairly straight, unadventurous sex to a threesome with a
woman you just met in one night...dream on."

The whistle blowing to begin the next round snapped me out of it. The two
fighters approached each other and I could sense a change in strategy on the
part of Shanice's opponent. He'd seemingly realized he needed to get inside
her defences and began pursuing her more aggressively. Shanice was forced to
do more boxing and was taking a few blows, although no less than she was
giving. The crowd began buzzing louder with this flurry of action and I could
hear a few impassioned voices yelling encouragement to her.

"Come on Shanice!"

"Use your feet, Shanice!"

"Get after him, girl!"

Never having seen Shanice fight before, I began to get nervous as the two
remained at close quarters. Neither fighter had nailed the other with anything
telling yet, though. Because of the difference in their height, it was natural
for the guy to try to go for Shanice's abs. She fought with a very erect
stance and there was certainly a target there. But as I saw him shift his
attack lower, I had to smile to myself. I remembered the sculpted, iron-hard
abs Karen and I had examined in the park and watched his punches bounce off
them with no apparent effect. Meanwhile, he'd left his head unprotected and
Shanice took full advantage. She straightened him up with a couple of quick
jabs then unleashed a rapid fire combination that caused him to retreat in a
hurry.

Having opened up a distance between them, Shanice began to use her legs more
often. Her kicks were terrifyingly quick, coming from both sides, either to
the outside of his legs or up higher to his kidney area. I couldn't believe
her speed. Left or right, he couldn't seem to avoid her attack. He tried
several more times to get inside with her again, but her long legs kept him at
bay. By round's end, I could see him wincing with pain as her hard, accurate
kicks continued to strike him in the same spots, again and again. In between
rounds, he rubbed his legs vigorously trying to stimulate the blood flow.

As he came out for the final round, it was clear Shanice had done some damage.
She was moving as gracefully as ever, but her opponent was wooden. He'd lost
the bounce in his legs and his face wore a confused look. Aside from those few
brief moments at the beginning of the second round, he hadn't been able to
solve Shanice at all. Her kicks now seemed even harder, and just as fast. The
young Asian seemed like he was having a difficult time just remaining on his
feet. Then, in an instant, he wasn't...standing, that is. Shanice had turned
sideways and nailed him in the stomach with a straight right foot. As he bent
forward with the impact, she twisted the other way and hit him with an odd
looking kick that required her left leg to be bent at about ninety degrees, as
she actually struck him behind his head. He seemed to rocket forward and hit
the mat hard. Shanice had scored a knockdown and the club patrons expressed
their approval with a huge cheer! The referee started to count and got to four
before the fellow got to his knees. His first attempt at standing didn't quite
work out, but he did make it onto a pair of pretty shaky legs by eight.
Meanwhile, the room had turned electric. The crowd smelled blood and many were
yelling for Shanice, encouraging her to finish him off. She started back in
with the low, short kicks he had been defenceless against during the entire
fight. It quickly became obvious his legs could take no more of Shanice's
punishment. Although I'm sure his brain was screaming at him not to, he
couldn't resist lowering his hands to try and guard against her relentless
kicking attack. The moment he did so, I saw her instantly shift her balance
forward as she switched to a gloved attack. She threw a light jab just to lift
his head and then a straight left hand, followed by a hard right hook that
snapped his head sideways. For a moment, time seemed frozen. The final seconds
were taking place on our side of the ring. I was so close to the action, I
could see everything, every little detail. Shanice's combination had left him
stunned, swaying slightly, legs bent and barely supporting him, arms
responding way too slow to block the next punch. I watched Shanice move her
left leg forward, transfer her weight back onto her right heel and fire off a
wicked right cross that landed smack on the side of his jaw. This one turned
his whole body right around and he pitched forward into the ropes right in
front of us. I could see the guy's face as clear as day. I looked right into
his eyes. He was gone!

People started jumping to their feet as soon as the guy bounced off the ropes,
landed on his side and rolled onto his back. It was obvious he'd been knocked
out, even to those that didn't have my bird's eye view. The referee went
through the formality of raising Shanice's arm when Melissa announced her as
winner at 1:12 of the third round. As the place went nuts, our whole table,
Karen included, stood up, cheering for Shanice. I felt frozen to my seat. So
many things were going on in my brain at once, I felt close to meltdown. For
one thing, I don't think I'd ever seen as devastating a knockout punch as the
one Shanice had just thrown. She simply buried the guy. Secondly, she'd pretty
well owned him throughout the fight. She was fast, graceful and, as the final
blow showed, capable of devastating force. To me, she was now not only an
intoxicatingly beautiful woman with an appealing and attractive personality,
great social skills as well as a sharp mind and wicked sense of humour; but
also a fearsome fighter who had clearly trained to a very high level of skill.
I didn't know if my feelings were more admiration, lust or what. More messed
up than ever, I finally got my butt off the chair and joined in the ovation.

Shanice was far less flamboyant as a victorious fighter than she was as an
emcee or even hanging out casually, as we had done all afternoon. She looked
almost serene as she received the adulation she was getting from the
(admittedly) highly partisan crowd, acknowledging the cheers with a slight
bow, gloves held against her chest. She took a quick look at her defeated
opponent, who had started to stir and sitting up, with heavy support from one
bouncer/timekeeper. The ref was looking intently into his eyes and appeared to
be asking him questions. Satisfied that he seemed all right, they helped him
to his feet. Meanwhile, Shanice had left the ring and was accepting the
congratulations of people at nearby tables. She glanced over at our table.
Catching someone's eye...it looked like Karen again...she made the same
signal, hitting her heart with her right glove and pointing it. Then she
turned to walk back to the dressing room.

End Of Part Four